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Monday, May 1, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ - Free Baller by Rie Warren

Title: Free Baller

Series: Bad Boy Ballers #2

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Sports Romance

Release Date: May 1, 2017

Blurb

Where the guys play hard, but the girls
play dirty.

Brooklyn
Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never
fall in love again. He doesn’t need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic
hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team
on a winning streak.

Being a free
agent with the ladies is exactly what Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones
happens. The hot bitch with the serious attitude shows up with her own team in
pretty much half the uniform he
wears. Quarterback of the all-female Carolina Cougars, she’s sleek as a
racehorse, mean on the field, and immune to all his moves. Every time she gives
him no time just makes him hungrier
for her.

Delaney Jones
takes her work and her personal life seriously, and she’ll never be mistaken
for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. She’s never rah-rah’d with
her pom-poms for any man—hunky, hot as hell tight end or otherwise.

Brooklyn Holt
has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isn’t about to be the free baller’s willing slut. Until she
scratches the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his
heart is warmer than she’d ever thought. It’s just too bad the past won’t die.
When the danger she’s run from for years catches up to her, she’s determined to
keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over.

“Just for a game of
hoops?” The gold-flecks in her irises turned almost black as she walked toward
me.

“Yeah.”

“You’re on.” She shoved
the ball at me.

I dribbled between my
legs then raced off to the other end of the court. Four pumps of my legs and I
swished that motherfucker in nothing but net.

Delaney wasted no time
retrieving the basketball. She dodged every one of my lunges, heading down
court like a missile.

She made a three-pointer
from the line.

She was hotter than
anything I’d ever seen.

A real tomboy, with a
banging body and a great rack.

And the woman dazzled me
enough that I forgot to catch the rebound when the ball bounced on the floor.

As she double-dribbled in
front of me, I watched a drizzle of sweat slide down her neck.

Gulp.

“Play b-ball in high
school?” I asked when I found my voice, shadowing her across the waxed floor.

“Point woman. All-Star
states team.”

“Why football now?”
Dodging in front of her, I stole the ball.

Delaney came right after
me, fast hands trying to nab the basketball. “I’ll take sport anywhere I can
get it.”

“Balls too?”

Because fuck yeah to that.

“Maybe yours.”

When she said that, I
pretty much stumbled over my own two feet.

Delaney snatched the
basketball, hit net, and I curled around her from behind.

The forgotten ball
bounced . . . bounced . . . bounced . . .

Unbalanced, we dropped to
the floor, Delaney landing on top with a gust of bright laughter. Her hair fell
in my face, softly scented black tresses I puffed out of my way.

Horsing around, we rolled
across the floor until I stopped on top of her. I held most of my weight off
her, but when my groin connected with her pelvis, my chuckle turned into a deep
groan.

“Oh damn,” she whispered.

Heat slammed me in the
balls, and I was fully hard, my cock crushed against her pussy through the
thinnest barrier of clothes.

“The rumors were true.”
Her hand wandered low, and she slipped her palm beneath the waist of my shorts.

Warmth met my thick dick,
and I pushed into her fist. “What rumors?”

“Girth Brooks.”

I pulled her hand free
and grinded against her as come prepared to unload from my cock.

“Do you always go
commando, Free Baller?”

Her hips jutted up. Her
lips found my neck. Her hot mouth and teasing tongue made me pulse harder
against her.

“Am I crushing you?” Hurting you?

“Uhhhn. Feels good.”

Fucking. Hell.

I dipped my head, just
about to kiss her long and hard when the door banged open and a voice boomed
out, “No fraternization, Holt!”

Goddammit.

I quickly jumped off
Delaney then pulled her from the floor, sheltering her behind me.

“Jeeesus, Coach D. Don’t you have a family to go home to or what?”

“Yeah.” He slapped his
baseball cap against his thigh, scowling at me. “And I already done raised
Philomena. Now I’m stuck straightening you dickheads out.”

I ushered Delaney past
him and into the corridor, prodding her in the opposite direction. “All right
already. Look”—I started ambling the other way—“I’m going to the men’s locker
room. She’s headed to the lady’s.”

“Mm hmmm.” Coach D replaced his cap and pulled the brim down.
“Better keep it that way too.”

I listened to his whistle
retreating all the way to the front entrance then another loud bang of doors.
Sneaking back down the corridor, I reached Delaney just before she entered her
locker room.

I grasped her arm, and
she spun around, mouth open to shriek.

“Ssshhh. Just me.”

Her feline-like eyes
narrowed. “Boy, you are asking for trouble.”

“Coach D’s gone. We’re in
the clear.” I released her and grinned. “Damn, you make me feel like a
teenager. You know that?” I squinted at her.

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.